The vain is vast and the darkness is boundless.

That small small universe is like a pearl embedded in nothingness.

Ye Chen is still not seen.

Turning decay into magic, he buried himself, merged into the universe, and became the universe.

I don’t know when Cangmiao added two more rice grains of light.

Don’t look at them as small as they seem to have life, accompanied by time, gathering bit by bit.

A hundred years.

They seem to grow up and evolve from the light of rice grains back then into a sun and a moon. The dazzling sunshine and bright moonlight shine on the world, reflecting dreams in the brilliance.

Then there are stars.

The vast night sky is dotted with stars, and each one is shining with eternal light.

Since then, the small universe has day and night.

Day and night change, sun and moon reincarnate, and the law of time is engraved, forming a touch of darkness.

The years are still so long.

By the great changes in the world and by the arrival of the new day, more tender buds will grow, and even dry branches will grow branches and leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye. At first glance, they will be full of vitality.

It is spring that has come and everything has revived.

Time never grows, the world is changing, and the cool summer line up to step onto the stage of new history.

The sun shines brightly, and the earth is burned and cracked.

March is fleeting, the breeze is so refreshing, and the sky is flying slightly, which is the bleakness of autumn.

The flowers and leaves are withered, and the white clothes in winter are more outstanding than I imagined.

The storm of spring, the scorching summer, the bleakness of autumn, and the silence of winter, each has its own style.

In the quiet night, dark clouds were seen, and lightning was torn apart.

It's raining, pouring heavily, accompanied by howling winds, pouring over the world.

This rain will be a hundred years in one go.

Rainwater gathers with the source of life, gathers in gullies, forms a river in rivers, and lies across the vast earth.

All wind, rain, thunder and lightning are there.

However, the universe is in Nirvana, the rules are transforming, and the entire universe is evolving.

The light of the morning light is warm and peaceful.

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the wilderness, it is a wonderful scene. The mountains are lined with mountains and trees, with strong grass and trees, with surging rivers and gurgling streams. Every place is full of vitality and dyed with eternity, hidden under the lingering clouds and mist, and the mist is hazy, and it has become a fairyland on earth.

Looking closely, everything reflects Ye Chen's shadow.

Yes, the seed of decay turned into magic and eternality finally performed the great world of all things, and every thing can be called Ye Chen. He is eternal and all things, and the Creator of this small universe.

He still hasn't appeared.

The transformation has not been completed, and the body is integrated into the universe, and the magic is moving towards the last step.

It's winter again, and heavy snow is falling.

The cold and cold world is covered with a snow-white coat, without any stain.

It has been a few days since the ancient times.

All the emperors stood cross-legged, even if they were sitting on the ground, they would not forget to realize the truth. They were as unreliable as Emperor Xuan, Emperor Ghost and Emperor Dark, and others, and they were also very content with each other. Although they were not quasi-deserted emperors, they had to seek breakthroughs. If the saint body was stronger, the way of heaven would be weaker. The same was true for the people. If they were stronger, the way of heaven would be weaker.

There was a moment when the emperors opened their eyes and looked at the end of the ancient times.

The empress returned, covered in blood. When she walked to the end, she didn't stand firmly and almost fell down. She was tired, but she smiled in her fatigue. It seemed that many supremes had been resurrected.

Under the gaze of everyone, she gently brushed her sleeves and many figures appeared.

At that moment, including the God Lord, they subconsciously started to look at the place where they were once the supreme emperors of the ancient heavenly court, including the peak of the quasi-desert, the initial level of the emperor, the old friends of the past, and the mentors of the ages, each stronger than the other, and the seniority was scarier than the other.

"It's been an era."

Too many Supreme Old Masters are crying, fighting against the sky forever. In the blink of an eye, it is the cycle of time.

There is no time to reminisce about the past.

With eternal support, the Empress sacrificed the characters Dunjia Tian, ​​which had been brightened. Each character of Tian merged with a supreme. She was responsible for the fusion of the supreme and the word "Heaven". Only in this way can she be truly resurrected and rooted.

"What an unknown, what a heavenly word."

Free Heaven is gentle, consecrated and escaped, resurrected the Supreme, and became the root of the word "Heaven". She is all witnesses in this process, witnessing what magic is, such things cannot happen in their universe.

As the saying goes, she has already seen a corner of it.

Because of this, she is more eager for the Eternal Immortal Realm. The word "天天" and "天天" are so strange, let alone the Eternal Immortal Realm. If one day, if the door of eternity is opened, she will step in without hesitation, fly moths to the fire without regrets, and only want to look at that eternal look.

puff!

When she was in a daze, the empress bleeded. She was beaten so hard that she almost died. She was seriously injured. The outside was broken and she was covered with gold and jade. Now she forced the word "Tian" to hurt her foundation.

Why!

Zizai Tian sighed and walked out of the empress's small world, took some of the words "Heaven", and sprinkled them casually. The supremes who were lying in the air and sleeping were each one, and had already practiced their own way.

Obviously, she is helping.

If you have been a person who has been in the way of heaven, you should have no desires or desires, no anger or hatred for time.

"Thanks."

The empress smiled tiredly, stepped back, and sat on the rock weakly.

"When the heavenly way recovers, you have no chance of winning."

The Taoist silence of the sky, although the divine position has fallen, his vision is still there. After staying for so long, he has already understood the universe of the universe. He has not even a supreme god. If he really wants to start a war, all the heavens will be defeated.

"The people's luck will last forever."

The empress whispered, and looked at Di Huang and Hongyan with a side look.

The two have basically recovered and are still transforming.

This proves that Ye Chen is still there and must be reborn in a certain corner. He is not only the sword that slaughtered the God of Heaven, but also the belief of the people. She could win a generation of holy demons back then, but now he will definitely be able to slaughter the way of heaven.

Free heaven has not spoken again, and continues to blend the word "tian".

Once upon a time, she had an immortal obsession like the empress. Now, there is only a little humble desire like a puppet. Apart from the eternal fairyland, there is nothing else in the world that can make her mood turbulent.

With a simple dialogue, both of them were silent.

That day, the fight was fought to the death, but this time it seemed like I became a close friend, and I had a tacit understanding.

At the end, there are many more living supremes.

When the younger emperor saw it, he bowed down from afar. He had only heard of legends, but the first time he saw a real person.

He once fought with the sky.

These ancient gods, the evil spirits that are sharpened by walking on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, are unmatched by later generations. They are really like a god of killing, coming from the Nine Netherworlds, and each one is powerful in the world.

"God's executor, don't come well."

The newly resurrected supreme heavenly kings gathered at the altar that sealed a generation of holy demons.

After an era, their words became much calmer, without a roar from the sky, without a roar from the soul, everything was so ordinary. It must have experienced a life and death, and had already taken it lightly. Now they returned, it was just a long-lasting wish that had not been fulfilled in the previous life.

"Everyone is all ants." A generation of holy demon smiled.

And this line seems to be his exclusive, and no matter who comes, he will take it out and take a walk.

In his opinion, if it is not the level of the Emperor of the Desolation, it is no different from an ant.

The emperors did not refute this, and were too lazy to refute it. They would fight against the sky in the future.

It took a long time before the emperors left.

There are many mountain tops, with their figures, and they all cross-legged, all pursuing the throne of the desolate emperor. I didn’t know whether it was defeat or victory in my previous life. Now I will fight for a bright future.

Small universe.

The snow is still falling, and it takes a thousand years to dye the whole world white.

Until one day, the falling blood flowers turned into rays of light.

It is an eternal light, like the fairy rain that pours over the world and nourishes the universe and the world.

All things return to spring.

A new life is born, and this new life refers not only to all things, but also to Ye Chen.

This Nirvana took thousands of years.

And he finally turned decay into magic and created the legendary myth.

In the vast earth, he reshaped himself into a man.
To be continued...